Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.